| Everyone sees through you
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| How do you sleep at night?
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| Translucent eyelids don’t keep out the light
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| Eyes that bulge apathetically
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| From your engorged (yet empty) head
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| Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will never take flight
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| Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs
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| Become hauntingly, disturbingly, and loudly chanted hymns
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| Frozen-hearted martyr-maker
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| What keeps you safe and warm at night?
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| A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor
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| Dyed and colored with the blood
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| That you robbed from prisoners and slaves
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| Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to escape
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| And what holds you up there,
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| High above the rest of us?
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| Mighty only if the sheets weren’t pulled over your head
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| The posts of your bed carved
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| From the bleached bones of your dead
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| The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears they she’d
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| This is where majesty lies awake feeling corruptly luxurious
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| Is this where dignity lies awake? |
| In a cradle fit for a king?
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| Frozen-hearted martyr-maker
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| What keeps you safe and warm at night?
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| A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor
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| Dyed and colored with the blood
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| That you robbed from prisoners and slaves
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| Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to escape
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| You are not my hero; |
| you’re only my sovereign
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| I’m not encouraged to follow in your noble, shallow footsteps;
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| Just expected to obey
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| And even though you’re the one that represents all of humanity
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| You are still only human
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| The backbone of immortality breaks every time:
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| Our fatal flaws turn to fatal lies |